I'm bombarding the Supernatural World with my firearms

"Maybe we should reconsider, see if there are any other ways?"

The burly man spoke cautiously, not because he was timid, but because he was unclear whether the villager's warning of a "crisis at night" referred to a crisis within the secret realm or a plot-triggered death. If it was a crisis within the secret realm, then it would be much simpler: they could fight their way out based on strength.

Even if their strength wasn't sufficient, retreating back into the house should pose no problems.

But if it was a plot-triggered death, then they really would be pissing in front of the Supreme Elder Lord, courting death.

Plot-triggered deaths mean that once certain special conditions are triggered, death is almost certain, irrespective of a person's strength, like that young man carrying a rocket barrel, whose strength did not even get used to a tenth of its capacity before he was impaled by three spears.

"What's up?"

Chen Miao's eyebrows furrowed slightly as he looked at the man in front of him, who was equivalent to four or five Hungry Monkeys in size, and said in a deep voice, "This secret realm has already been perfectly cleared by people, didn't you search online for any strategies before entering?"

Before entering the secret realm, he had searched online but found nothing. That was because his time was too short. If he had had enough time, usually, for any secret realm that had been perfectly cleared, people would definitely share some experiences and strategies online.

"No."

The burly man shook his head, "At least I have never seen one, and C-level secret realms are different from E-level ones, there is no choice to make; C-level secret realm entrances are also in the Secret Realm Building. But unlike E-level secret realms, where you can choose which one you want to go to."

"Instead, there is just one bare entrance to the secret realm, and only after stepping into this entrance does the random allocation of the secret realm begin."

"Before stepping into the entrance, you have no idea what the name of the secret realm you're entering is."

"At that time, the wristwatch is already unusable, and there's absolutely no way to perform a search."

"Many C-level secret realms are multiplayer ones. Sometimes, if no match is found, you'll wait in a white room until enough people randomly arrive at this realm before the secret realm officially begins."

"The longest I've waited in the white room was a full three hours before matching with people."

"But—"

The burly man paused before hesitantly saying, "It's precisely because of this feature of C-level secret realms that we normally look at a lot of C-level secret realm strategies. That way, even if we randomly get to a completely unfamiliar secret realm, we can deal with it appropriately based on our memory of the strategies. But among all those strategies I've checked, I've never seen this secret realm mentioned even once."

"Generally speaking, there's only one situation like this."

"That's when very few people have perfectly cleared this secret realm, and those who have don't mention it and are unwilling to talk about it much, except for people who have cleared it, while others have all died in the secret realm."

"I understand."

Chen Miao nodded, no longer saying much.

Then he glanced outside the window at the man in the tailcoat, still laughing and talking with the village chief, and after a long pause, he continued, "Let's see what happens after it gets dark. If I do go out, I'll come and knock on your door."

"Okay, but let's set up a passphrase, something only the two of us know."

The burly man nodded, starting nervously, "I hate these creepy secret realms the most, I've been through quite a few, and many times those ghosts even take on the appearance of players, luring us into deadly deeds, and I've almost been fooled several times."

"Mm, let's make the passphrase 'one, two, three, four, five, little chicken stewing with mushrooms.'

"Alright."

...

Soon, Chen Miao and the burly man returned to their respective houses, with the burly man's house right next to Chen Miao's, this being an inevitable choice for the burly man. In these group-focused secret realms, collaboration is often needed, as one person's power is not enough.

But…

For the burly man, there was no longer anyone to cooperate with.

The sisters were now looking at each other with suspect eyes as if they could start fighting at any moment. Collaborating with these sisters could not only affect him, but he might also have to break up their fight.

As for the man in the tailcoat, he looked at him the way one looks at a pervert, leaving Chen Miao as his only option.

"..."

Standing restlessly inside his house, the burly man surveyed the arrangement of items, even though Chen Miao was of a lower rank, his reputation was well known. These days, while not all powerful people are famous, those with a reputation could not be too weak in strength, celebrities being the exception.

Moreover, Chen Miao's composure from the beginning gave him considerable confidence.

Based on his numerous experiences in creepy secret realms, although the house seemed ordinary, there were still some oddities, such as... the mirror hanging on the wall.

A plain mirror hung abruptly on the wall.

While this is not strange in the countryside, usually beneath the mirror there should be a basin stand and a basin for people to wash and adjust their appearance. But below this mirror, there was nothing, empty, with no closet around.

Plus, the bed that the mirror was directly facing.

This was clearly not reasonable.

The burly man slowly took out his brass knuckles from his chest, put them on his hands, and cautiously approached the mirror. He looked into the mirror, a very normal image. His reflection did not make any excess movements, no opposite movements, and there was no extra person suddenly behind him.

It all seemed quite normal.

But... it was hard to say after nightfall.

He instinctively wanted to smash the mirror with his fist, but after a moment of hesitation, he decided to remove it and carefully wrapped it in a bedsheet and placed it gently on the bedside table next to him.

His experience told him to try not to destroy too many things within the secret realm.

You never know, that thing might be a necessary item for a later task, and if it's destroyed prematurely, then you're really done for.

...

Night… fell swiftly.

As the sun set behind the mountains, the villagers also returned to their homes and tightly closed their doors. Then they lit candles, placed them into white lanterns, and hung them in front of their houses.

White lanterns lit by the villagers hung at the entrances of their houses as well.

The whole village suddenly became extremely quiet, not a single person in sight, only the white lanterns in each household swaying with the night wind, looking like ghostly fires in a graveyard, extremely eerie.

The originally peaceful village transformed into a giant cemetery as night arrived.

The man in the tailcoat had already left the village chief's house earlier and went back to his own. The sisters, in the end, did not clash and stayed in separate houses. Clearly, the women were in a complicated emotional state, and it seemed they wouldn't be much help in this secret realm. If they didn't make things worse, that would be good enough.